Flash Fiction - Blood Mountain
What secrets lie at the end of the hidden trail?
The trail had come to him in dreams, each one more vivid than the last. It was as though his sleeping mind was acting like a GPS, the road to enlightenment growing brighter with each new sleep. By the time the picture became clear, he knew exactly where to go.
Edwin Grime looked around the deserted, overgrown parking lot and wondered if his dreams were l…
